They're gaining on me. I can hear them. Shit! Faster legs. Run faster damnit! They're so close now, I can almost hear they're breathing. Shit. If I don't find somewhere to hide, they'll be on me in a matter of minutes *rustle* Shit. What was that? No! It couldn't be? Have they already caught up me? Damnit. Riddick…where are you…just when I need you, you're nowhere to be found. Typical. Although, I guess it's my fault. I should've told you. I'm so sorry. I wish I had the chance to tell you this to your face but; I love you. And with that, my world went black…..
Necropolis:
Damnit. She's dead. She's and they're nothing I can do. I was too late. Again. Looking down upon the ashen body of Kyra, Riddick lowered his head into his hands, sinking into the throne.
Now what? he thought. Now what the hell am I suppose to do?
Just then, all the Necros in Necropolis bowed down at his feet, submitting to the new lord Marshall. Sitting on the throne, the words that lord Zwahla had spoken echoed through his mind. "You keep what you kill". It seemed like another lifetime since he had heard those words. When he first heard them, he dismissed them as the preaching's of an idiot who thought of himself as some sort of god. He even went so far as to believe that he could have manipulated him, Richard B. Riddick. The "Billy Badass" of the universe. It had been his downfall. And now, based on the Necromonger way, he was the new lord marshal. Grrrr. Why can't they just leave me the fuck alone? I don't want this shit! I never wanted to get involved in the first place!
Standing up abruptly, those Necros who had been close enough were startled by the man's sudden movement. But what disturbed them more was the way in which he did it; graceful, fluid, like the movements of a beast. Such movement should have been impossible for a man his size. Gazing upon his silver eyes, the Necros shrunk back in fear, realizing that they were looking at not a man, but a beast in disguise; a wolf in sheep's skin.
With feline agility, Riddick stepped down onto the floor, kneeling where Kyra's body lay. No, Jack. She will always be little Jack to me. The kid I saved. The kid who died. For me.
By then, all the Necros in the room and begun to grow restless, awaiting orders from their new lord Marshall. But none had dared to voice their opinion, fearing divine retribution for disturbing the beast in obvious mourning. Soon though, one man swallowed his fear and spoke up, questioning the lord Marshall. "We are at you command Lord Marshall. We await you orders milord".
Riddick's ears perked up at this. He knew that voice. Vakko. The man who would be king. Had he not stepped in and ruined the careful planning of him and his vixen wife, Dame Vakko. Riddick was weary, the day's events catching up to him. His nerves were frayed. Emotions ran raw. He didn't want this. He didn't want any of this. Again, he cursed inwardly, Why can't these motherfuckers just leave me the fuck alone? I swear next person who speaks is a dead man. At that, he glanced to the right of Commander Vakko, directing his glare towards a nondescript Necro. Even from this distance, Riddick could see the man shrink back in fear. It made him feel marginally better knowing he could still strike such fear with just a single glance. Riddick was pulled from his inner musing as Commander Vakko questioned him again. The need to make a plan soon consumed his brain, allowing him a brief reprieve from the grief-induced haze that had seemed to settle around him.
"One, Don't. Ever. Call. Me. Lord Marshal. Again" he threatened in a low growl. "And second; get the soldiers and this fucking ship off this planet."
"But sir, what about the conquest? Surely you do not plan to…" As Vakko began, he was soon cut off by a hand upon his throat. He hadn't even seen Riddick move.
"Are you going to obey my fucking orders? Or am I going to have to ghost you and deal with you once and for all" he growled threateningly. "I haven't exactly forgotten that little stunt you pulled with that Zwahla character. For now, let's just say that I got my eye on you and keep it at that" he said. If the infliction in his voice didn't convey his conviction, Riddick move to make his point by tightening his grip on the man's throat, causing the commander to turn a very unsightly red. Due the lack of oxygen, the commander was only able to nod before he was dropped unceremoniously onto the ground.
"Good" Riddick purred. He then turned around to scoop up body of Kyra and continued on his way to the nearest exit. Despite the uncertainty of the future, only one thing mattered to Riddick at that moment; giving Kyra a proper resting place. Then, he could turn his attention back to the other shitheads and figure out what the hell he was going to do with them. Although his anger seethed just below the surface, he could feel the beast within begin to stir as the first tendrils of grief sunk in. She was dead. Because of him.
He had managed to sneak into a ship and headed straight for the surface. Picking an isolated place, he landed the ship and slowly began the descent to bury the young women in his arms. She doesn't even look dead, he thought, but he knew better. Her body had begun to decay; his sensitive nose picking up the scent of rotting flesh, decay, and death. It seemed with each passing moment, the beast grew more and more restless. No sooner had he put Kyra to rest and covered her grave that the beast broke free, announcing its loss to all those within hearing range; the howl of despair echoing off the forest into the night. Those who had heard the noise, coward in fear, for it was the sound of beast distraught over its suffering, and out for blood.